breakups

When it comes to breakups, pain is inevitable, but Humans thinks that suffering is optional.

Second Love Gone Wrong
Since my last breakup post was popular, I will do another. This breakup story is going to be about my second boyfriend. I'm skipping my first boyfriend because not too much happened. My second boyfriend and I were extremely close. I would like to think he was most likely my first love. The only downfall about the relationship was that him and I lived an hour apart. I was only 15 when we started dating, so I wasn't able to drive yet. When we started dating, he was 17, so he was able to drive and that's how it all worked out. We dated for almost two years before I ended the relationship.
By Alyssa Smith8 years ago in Humans
The One I Lost
This one's about the love I lost. We all have dated that one person that we instantly think is our person and we fall head over heels for them. Well I found mine then lost it. I met this guy when I least expected it, I also never thought it would happen. Now that I realise it, it was that summer romance. One night my friend said to me, "Hey you do you want to come with me, I'm going to pick up my friend?" I thought why not because, well, I had nothing better to do. We drove for about 40 minutes, we stopped to get food for him because it was his birthday coming up. When we got there, my friend parked the car and we waited; it was night time and incredibly dark. I sat in the passenger seat my friend sat in the driver seat. She started texting him back and forth saying we were there. He was hanging out with his friends smoking a cigarette.
By Alyssa Smith8 years ago in Humans
First Love
I fell in love when I was 17, my first year of college, drunk off the freedom my new environment gave me. I had never dated before, never had anyone tell me they liked me.
By Genevieve Wren8 years ago in Humans
High School Relationships: Cheating
I wonder why people do the things they do sometimes, and what motivates them to do it. Specifically, cheating. I, yes, may be young. I am a teenage girl who attends high school as a junior. I have had my fair share of teenage heartbreak and realized it was never a real relationship nor was it as serious to the other person as it was to me.
By Mya8 years ago in Humans
Learn How to Love Losing
Back in June, I started talking with this girl over Instagram. I messaged her after she requested to follow me, and it took her two weeks to finally reply. When she did, I didn’t even know who she was, and I even forgot that I messaged her because my mind was in high school and graduation. When she did though, we kept talking, and her response times would shorten down from a day, to a couple of hours, to an hour, to a couple of minutes, and finally an instant reply. We talked over Instagram direct messages for a good month.
By Jorge Valenzuela8 years ago in Humans
The Last Letter...
To the guy I tackled, You may never get to read this, but I hope one day you do. I just wanted to tell you that you've been everything to me. My king, my love, my home, my best friend. And you've given me so many adventures in the last three years. We've been through hell and back, and you taught me so much.
By Johnae Rose8 years ago in Humans
Lost
Never Again I was so happy. It felt like life was finally perfect. We went through so many rough patches, but I finally figured out what had been going wrong, and I fixed it. Then, I found out that it was too late. He had given up on me. I had pushed him away one too many times and now he was not coming back. Some say I am too young to know what love is, but with the amount of emotional pain I have been going through since March fourth, I would say I know it pretty well.
By Brittany Fromlath8 years ago in Humans
The Bed
She sat on her porch, listening to the sounds of downtown Vancouver; raindrops pouring, cars in heavy traffic on Highway 1, and homeless people yelling at each other for more heroin. By now, Fatima got used to these sounds alone.
By Faith Joy8 years ago in Humans
Painfully Beautiful Romance
The feeling of drowning, suffocating, the weight on your chest like 100 bricks were just being piled on top of you. Do you feel it? Your body begging for more air, knowing you can, but for some reason, you can't. Can you feel the tears running down your cheeks? Can you breathe? Are you okay? You can feel the pain, can't you? Are you the only person in the room who is feeling this pain? Is everyone else smiling? Answer a question for me. Are you the only one feeling this pain?Breathe. Breathe. Don't stop breathing. Don't breathe too fast. Calm down. It's okay. Breathe. . . Are you okay?
By Caroline Urbina8 years ago in Humans
Is the Relationship Over?
There comes a point in a relationship when you start to question what the hell your still doing with that person. The truth is, the signs were there and slowly leading up to you feeling that way. So I am here to tell you the signs to look out for so you don't even have to ask yourself that stupid question. You shouldn't stay with someone if they hit these signs because they are not worth your time. No more excuses for their actions, because more than likely if they fit one of these signs, they are going to fit into multiple and why be with someone who disappoints you over and over again?
By Grace8 years ago in Humans
Am I Ready to Move On?
What can I say? Disappointing... again. Like every fight, this happened because of friends & drinking. Of course it doesn’t matter in the eyes of a man if you feel neglected. Why would it? He’s alright. He’s out there, after a day’s work (hard work, of course, and he never forgets to remind me) with friends, serving a beer. I’m at home, waiting for him to come and see his child, who at the moment, doesn’t seem more important than booze. Is there anything more important?
By Gios Mess8 years ago in Humans
A Blazing Row
A warm summer's evening of July 1996. The stereo in the background is playing "Some Might Say" by Oasis. I'm gazing through the mirror, wondering what on earth I should wear. Full of excitement at the prospect of an evening out with my partner. Only just eighteen years old, and a doting mum of a beautiful baby girl. Unaware as I change into a black, baby doll dress, a red mist begins to emerge around the bedroom. I carefully apply my makeup, admiring my flawless, smooth complexion. My eyes catch the girl's reflection through the looking glass. Our eyes instantly lock. She is staring right back at me. Her face is enraged. Her eyes are a combustion of flames. I slowly turn away from the mirror and light up a cigarette. The red mist calmly begins to wrap itself around me.
By Joanna Eloise Writer H8 years ago in Humans